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New Age Baby Faced Wisdom

from New Age Baby Faced Wisdom by Hareld

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Is that it?


PART 1:

Man, let’s get in some swell shit, like we was wearing velvet,

Touched if I ever felt it -- crushed if I ever felt it,

Such a buzz kill, I can’t help it, can’t help it,

Like I brought you ice cream but it melted, it melted,

These best laid plans -- built on pretty broken bricks,

From pits- of a flawed mind -- they’re generally pretty shit.

Why I’m floating on this river, drinking brews but it’s the styx,

Made the mistake of rocking shades, can’t see shit, but I look slick,



Stranger in my own room, even stranger in my own view,

It’s the only room I been to, so I can’t queue for a new view,

Tourist on a booze cruise, speaking real bleak on a bluetooth,

Collection of internet news, I don’t know truth, I reproduce views,

Product of my environment -- where you can’t breathe like you used to,

Speaking in a crowd -- where most of them still preaching voodoo,

Hotter than hell out here -- son it’s boiling in that big blue.

Give me that mercury–-- boy put that in my fish food,


Think I’ll get my own brood -- teach these needy children,

Talk to them on their cells -- from the cell I made in prison,

Learn them so very well – about all my best decisions,

Doubt that they’ll ever tell – That I’m some crusty gremlin,

--Brush off my picture book, covered by dust and crimson,

Here’s me sitting round on weekends, that’s me-splashing in the deep end,

I can’t swim, I can’t swim, I’m a loose end, I’m a loose end,

Toes dipped in, it’s dipped in, I’m drowning, I’m drowning,


But see you must dive in -- only forward, no rewind,

Like trying to learn new words -- saying “Doesn’t this remind…”

Like saying “look here’s a circle” –- while drawing a straight line,

There might be only dust -- down that coal shaft of the mind,

That there’s very few gems –- just waiting to be refined,

When you think you’ve found Nirvana – you’ll have to say never mind,

Your thoughts have been discovered -- you’re already steps behind,

But watch me do it nonetheless -- I love to paint while I’m blind.


PART 2:

Tale of a dreamer who just can’t let his dreams go,

How I feel foolish on the days when I look old,

Is the water getting warmer or am I just getting cold?

Is there really a story to tell, or is it just what we’re told,

Because every story is a legend,

Like how all dogs go to heaven, Christmas presents when you’re seven,

It is merely a collection,

Of thoughts and ideas you should hope are ever present,

As you rest deep in the ground they might be your only remnant,

Every story is a legend,

It is merely recollection,

Of memories passed down from some reptilian descendant,

The brain of a lizard that was crawling through the dirt,

Along its belly on all fours before I ever stepped foot on Earth,

I am a shrine, a walking spine from a time when people hurt,

When they looked up at the sky and asked an eye to make it short,

In a pact with living things in some never-ending war – as life it must remain because it is our only choice,

---

But in on in, into this lake I swim,

And it’s a bit strange how a sense clings to a when,

Like the water feels the same as a did back then, like the water couldn’t change because it’s a part of all men,

Lost and adrift, such a beautiful collection, like recollection of our thoughts a life story is reflection – like the image I see now comprised of water and conjecture, how I’m standing in a stream and still it flows in no direction,

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So look at me - I’m wise, I have gray hairs,

A world full of children, because parents they don’t live here,

--We got upstairs -climbed up an old wooden desk chair,

Where we can either fall or reach for the light that we see there,

Few minutes without a chorus, to explain a life story,

And it’s not much one, guess that’s why we lie about glory,

Why we dig in those heels in the face of all warnings,

Because you’re looking at fools who’ve always believed in the morning,

---

Oh sunny days, Oh sunny days, A happy face,

Way we ride through town like we had a Rolls Royce 08,

Way we slide through the streets like how we slip into past days,

Way we miss every turn and then get trapped in some old maze,

And see - that’s just it, we’re still stuck in a past daze, like we’re there and not here, so we’re just lost either way, like we’re here and not there so we’re confused in our ways…

And as the words spill out it’s such a hard turn to make,

Like wait, that’s not me, I’m a poet, a prophet, I’m made, like how I’m such a great artist even though I’ve never been paid,

How we stayed different but just for the same reasons,
You are me and I’m some thing that you did for a weekend, a line in your mind that you think without speaking,

A ship in the dark out of sight of a beacon, where passed in the night and missed the light we were seeking,

If we don’t have each other then just what is the meaning?



PART 3:

You are now looking at a type of brand new American,

A heretic, invariant, black sheep embarrassment,

Poor as fuck that’s evident, 1.0 experiment,

Don’t even know what I am, how am I gonna be arrogant?

You think I’m just gonna sit here and act like I was heaven sent?

I’ve known since I was 10 what my least favorite parent meant,

Apparently, people don’t like me hysterical,

Too bad I’m foaming at the mouth, because this time I think it merits it,



In the face of new waves, man, I feel like a Viking,

Like I see very few people that are worth liking,

And here’s what’s frightening, I speak very nicely,

So you’ll won't see it coming when I rip out your IV,

Seems like I might hate nearly everyone I see,

But then maybe I’m just kidding and that’s just me being me.

Why would it even matter -- when there's so much on our screens?

Why does it even matter when we have brain-filled tvs?



Cause it’s the 2050 season -- of Artificial Iverson,

Crossing MJ’s hologram, he’s wet and dishes dimes again,

30 years from now -- only watching light,

Invested in lives of lasers who perform for us at night,

Seated by an usher -- who will ask so very kind,

Please take a seat -- down inside your own mind,

Make yourself at home -- please relax, please recline,

In this room with no doors, no space, no time,

Where the next sentence is true, and the last sentence was false,

Nothing ever happens here, where blood covers the walls,

It’s a never-ending sphere, that is somehow filled with halls,

The space between your ears, a byzantine crystal ball,

So it’s all fine and dandy if you feel a little lost,

It can’t be any more clear, to see it clearly is paradox,

So it’s new age, baby faced - in some ways learning to crawl,

And I smartly include wisdom because there’s none of that at all.

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from New Age Baby Faced Wisdom, released October 7, 2016

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